Waning Moon

Three years ago, he ran rampant in Africa, undeniably the King of Soldier Kings. Three years later, he returned to the city, carless, houseless, and constantly in trouble. 
Applying to be a security guard at a company, switching from the battlefield to the office, he's low key, clever, with depth. Even security guards can have their moment in the spring.
Every time someone asked him, why are you always the unlucky one?
Basil Jaak would shyly say, it's just because I'm too obviously handsome!
...

Close body King of Soldiers

Basil Jaak landed a kick that sent the over 200-pound Big Fatty sprawling on the ground, eliciting gasps from the audience.


Ingolf's face turned ashen, and he beckoned coldly, "Quickly, find Andres and the others."


Kayson, who saw Ingolf send for reinforcements, urgently called out to Basil Jaak, "We can't let him bring reinforcements. Intercept him now!"


"No need, I have a solution," Basil Jaak replied with a slight smile, dragging a chair over and casually sitting down.


"Just because you can fight doesn't mean you can be so cocky. When you have to face more than you can handle, then we'll be in trouble," warned Kayson.


Basil Jaak chuckled, "Don't worry. Just as they have reinforcements, we also have backup, even stronger than theirs."


"Like hell, I'll believe that!" Kayson let out a feisty humph, dragging over a chair just like Basil Jaak and seated herself.


Chapter 81: Who Has More People - 1